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"As an undead creature and insult to nature, you cannot gain any new muscle without enhanced-"

"Enhancements?" Bonnie interrupts Sal. "What does that mean?"

It was the second day of training. The first day had been spent mostly with Sal beating Damon into the ground with ease, claiming he was trying to build up his reflexes.

Sal sighed, Bonnie had been interrupting a lot. "Ms. Bonnie," the creature let Damon's neck go, "I've allowed so many interruptions from you because my mother is a witch and I have a fondness for them but, I hope you will stop. It is getting annoying. I understand you care about this vampire but I won't break him." He folded his arms and stared the short human down. Bonnie looked down at her feet and gnawed on her lip. "Now, as for your question," he says, voice softer now. "The enhancements is a medical injection which temporarily makes the dead part of a vampire alive in order to change it. Its how we build our vampire's muscle mass and breed them. One would think that a vampires strength isn't determined by such things as age, but that isn't true in surprising ways. A theory is that it is simply like that here in this world in which vampires didn't naturally come into creation, so age does not determine strength for vampires here."

Bonnie didn't understand, not really and her face must have showed as much because Sal laughed deeply.

"Do not worry about it much, Ms. Bonnie, things are very different here."

Bonnie watched his tail swish back and forth and silently agreed. Her eyes move to Damon who is slowly climbing to his feet. He looks tired and worn, her heart tightens.

"How is it going out here?"

Bonnie freezes upon hearing the voice behind her. Her eyes dart to Damon who glances at her briefly before turning his gaze to the ground.

"Ah, lovely Mrs. Kix," Sal greets jumping from the platform and kissing the woman's cheek. "Things are going well, just explaining enhancement to your Ms. Bonnie."

"Is that so," the blonde questions, obviously not caring, "when do you think he'll be ready for a fight?"

Sal smiled. "You know, if you had more than one Fighter this could be easier, they could spar against one another and you could make twice as much money quicker."

Mrs. Kix shrugs. "I was thinking about sending Bonnie to fight in one of the Witch Battles."

Sal's smile twitched a little, became smaller. "Witch Battles are too the death and are acts of punishments for betrayal. Has your witch betrayed you?" Bonnie stiffened.

"No, no," the blonde waves her hand dismissively, "not as of yet, but I'm waiting. I've been considering it because the handsome pay-out it offers. Plus, your mother made your father famous when she won her witch Battle all of those years ago, right?"

Sal's smile is completely gone now. "That's right," the orange eyed creature said and turned away from her stiffly. "As for your question as to when Damon will be ready for a Fight, I think he's ready now for low level Fights against other not enhanced vampires, werewolves and other creatures. Though it will be awhile before you get much fame from that circuit."

"He could use the practice, though." She questioned, folding her arms over herself.

Sal nodded. "It would get him use to things."

"What do you think, Bonnie?" The blonde creature asked her suddenly.

Bonnie frowned. "I-I don't think he's ready." Her eyes flicker to Damon again. He's facing her and staring at her, but not meeting her eyes. She can literally see his need to say something, though she's grateful he's 'behaving'.

"Then make him ready," Mrs. Kix gave her a weighted look, a look she obviously understood. "I'll set something up and he better win." She directed her words at both Sal and Bonnie. She then turned sharply and vanished from sight.

"People come and go so quickly here," Damon growled under his breath, voice filled with spite and sarcasm.

Bonnie threw him a sharp look. Sal laughed and held up a hand.

"Don't worry about it, Ms. Bonnie, he's funny." He turned to Damon. "That's from a movie my mother talked about often from your world, correct? She was quite fond of it."

Damon gave him a dry look. "Yes, its from a movie."

"The Wizard Of OZ," Bonnie chimes in only because Damon looked as if he was about to say something he shouldn't.

"That's it," Sal smiled at her, a smile Bonnie couldn't help but return.

"Excuse me, if I may speak," Damon interrupted with shaky politeness that bordered on disdain, "can I sit? I don't think the world's suppose to be spinning like this."

Bonnie frowned at him in concern while Sal shrugged. "You can do whatever you like, we're done here today." He smiles again at Bonnie. "Tomorrow at sun's rise." Then he too vanished.

(WISS)

Bonnie watches the servants set up the small cot in the corner of Damon's room as the vampire finishes his third bag of blood. She had slipped an extra one to him because of her own guilt weighing to heavily on her.

"Oh joy, a bed," Damon mumbles as he tosses the last blood bag away. He licks the blood from around his mouth.

Bonnie frowns at him. "You have to stop-"

"What do you want from me, Bonnie?" He snaps at her suddenly. "You want me broken? You want me to be a good doggy? I don't care if you punish me, I need to say what I need to say. Bonnie, what in the hell do you want from me? We should be trying to get home."

Bonnie crosses her arms and glares at him. Her eyes flicker to the servants who are now leaving. She waits a moment before speaking. "You think that's not my priority?" She questions him, her anger and guilt mixing into a toxic like sludge that coated her insides. "You think I want to do this to you?" She pants, her emotions overloading.

"I think you're having a hell of a time putting me in my place is what I think." He yells back at her.

The look on his face, the mix of fear, betrayal, confusion, and anger, deflates the anger inside of Bonnie. He had every right to believe she enjoyed making him suffer. He had every right to believe she was a coward. He had every right to believe she wasn't running herself ragged every night in an attempt to find a way home. He had every right not to believe that she was just as afraid and confused as he was.

She had become his torturer, the person who gave him pain in an attempt to save him from what she had gone through and seen the first few months after she had awoken in this world. Things could be much worse for him. But she understood if he hated her.

She leaves the room without another word, her eyes blurry with tears.